When, I lived up in the U.P. there was a rather unusual summer event that occurred every Saturday at Gitche Gumee Bible Camp. At about 6 o’clock the soft ball field would host a pick –up game of Softball. The game would go most evenings till it was impossible to see the softball. There would be inning after inning. People would change teams. They would come and go and no on had a clue about neither the score nor care what it was. Something, only Da yoopers would ever do.
At a game on a beautiful Saturday night, the conversation turned to the fact that the little town of Mohawk had employed a part-time cop. The old semi-retired policeman had no crime to worry about. So he hid behind the White-House Bar and radared speeders as the drove through his tiny village.
We all bragged that if he ever tried to stop us, we were not going to be pulled over by this old man. His car was an every day Ford LTD that had chip-on lights and used magnets for signage.
My car was broken so I had borrowed my Dad’s Mercury Monterey, It was a family car but the big V-8 engine could move. Twilight had stopped the game and I headed with the family ride back to my home in Dollar Bay. I had forgotten about the Mohawk policeman when I arrived in that one street town. As I passed through that ˝ mile long ancient old mining town, I could see the lights of the LTD in my father’s rear view mirror. I remembered the words of my friends and decided to run the policeman.
I hit the gas and speed out of Mohawk in seconds. I turned off my lights and turned down the hilly, road that led into Trap-Rock valley and disappeared into the night. I was very successful in escaping my ticket.
The Bible declares, in Galatians 6:7, “Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.”
A few days later, my Dad asked me this question, “Tim do you have something to tell me?” Then he told the story about going to Gitche Gumee Bible camp to fix lawn mowers and to his surprise being pulled over by the Mohawk cop. The elderly policeman walked up to the window and looked at my dad and said, “Couldn’t have been!” and let him go. As my father drove to the camp he began to think, “Tim!”
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